His words were exchanged in the manner of evil thoughts, unheard by others, but it was clear that Ark was already on the brink of madness.
Viheler decided to add fuel to the fire: "How did the Divine Envoy die? You surely know, right? Can you tell me? We want to make him a human hero."
Ark shouted fiercely: "No, the Divine Envoy isn't dead, he can't possibly fall! The Dark Emblem is just a form of communication; its shattering doesn't prove anything. The true core of the Divine Envoy is his heart; as long as the heart remains intact, he won't fall. The cracking of the Dark Emblem must mean something went wrong; once I regain contact with the Divine Envoy, it will be your day of destruction, wahahaha!"
Space suddenly tore open with a massive rift amidst his mad laughter, and an azure figure stood within, tossing out a shattered crystal.
"If you mean this."
A gentle voice emerged from within the rift, a voice infinitely familiar.
"Then it's already destroyed."
